lap.
In the morning, Navid woke up first. He lay still, letting Zana sleep, but inside him, a storm was brewing. As soon as Zana stirred, Navid crawled down his body, licked and sucked, and took Zana’s cock deep into his throat.
“Love you…love you so much…” Zana murmured between groans of pleasure.
When Zana peaked, Navid did too just from the taste of Zana’s seed. Yet the flood of slick in his hole that came with the orgasm only made him more aware of how empty he was.
As soon as Zana left that morning, Navid went for a run around the estate. Zana had given him freedom and power. But in bed, Navid almost wished he hadn’t. Zana was experienced and skilled in lovemaking. Surely, he could feel Navid wanted him inside already? Why did he want Navid to ask for it? Was it a game for him? But no, Navid didn’t believe that. Zana had held him so tightly last night; he’d been trembling with blatant need for them to connect. There must be a reason why he wanted to wait for Navid to ask him.
Navid’s feet thumped on the gravel. He should have gone running along the beach, but then his bodyguard would have to follow, and Navid wanted to be alone with his thoughts.
What did Zana want? Frustrated that he didn’t have an answer, Navid ran faster.
He’s always asking how I feel and what I want. And here I am again wondering what he wants. But how do I feel? What do I want?
By the time he was back by the main door, sweaty and panting, he knew what he was going to do.
After dinner, Zana excused himself and retreated to his study to make a business phone call overseas. Navid went to shower and waited for him in the bedroom.
Undressing, he didn’t let his nerves get to him. He focused on the routine: empty his bladder, put his clothes in the hamper, wash his hands, brush his teeth. He cleaned himself thoroughly before showering, following the same process he’d learned to prepare for his wedding night. Except tonight, he went through the steps in quiet concentration, and his hands didn’t shake.
Then he entered the bedroom, naked. He took a small pillow from the armchair in the corner, placed it on the floor by the foot of the bed, and knelt on it. He hung his head and waited.
7
Zana
After finishing the call, Zana rushed upstairs. He’d been aching with desire for the entire day. The release last night had only left him wanting. Navid’s scent seemed to linger on Zana’s skin all the time now, like a mark he could never wash away, and Navid’s face appeared behind his eyelids whenever he closed his eyes.
He was hopelessly in love.
Navid was waiting for him in their bedroom like he’d done almost every night, always so patient. He was timid and trusting, but from time to time, something flashed in his eyes, playfulness and blazing passion, and Zana hoped he’d be able to rouse that fire. Once Navid would let go of his inhibitions, he’d be glorious.
Tonight, Zana would strip him slowly. He’d kiss down his spine and tease him, make him burn like Zana had been burning for the entire damned day. It was Friday, and they wouldn’t have to get up early tomorrow. They could stay in bed, and in the morning, maybe Navid would wrap his lovely lips around Zana’s cock again…
Zana froze in the open door to their bedroom. A naked body knelt by the foot of the bed. In the light of the lamp, the young, lean muscles glowed with a soft yellow sheen.
At first, Zana could only stare, the memory of Navid shaking with fear still fresh. But this was different. Navid’s chest lifted with slow breaths. His arms were limp by his sides, his head bent in submission, and his long cock hung between his thighs, half-hard. When Zana stepped closer, he didn’t move.
With a trembling hand, Zana cupped Navid’s chin and lifted his face. Navid didn’t look up. His lashes obscured his gaze.
Why doesn’t he look at me? Is he trying to…?
Zana swallowed. Navid was trying to recreate their wedding night.
He wants me to make love to him.
Zana’s body tensed with anticipation. He brushed a thumb over Navid’s lips, and they parted. He memorized Navid’s expression—the yearning, the devotion, the patient trust. His husband wanted to be taken.
Zana pushed his thumb into Navid’s mouth, and Navid sucked on it. The obedience combined with